Too Good Too Be True? (Josh Hutcherson FanFiction)

Part 1

Chapter 1: Willows POV

My name is Willow Surly. I was born in Kentucky Union, October 11th 1996. Me, my parents and my older brother Sam lived on a farm with our dog Fletcher. It was a peaceful life.We never worried about poverty as my father was a very successful vet. Me and my brother had the best education money could buy. Everyone was happy. Until a tragic that changed my life forever happened. It was my tenth birthday and we had set off on the hour and a half journey drive to Louisville Zoo. Me and Sam were in the back, my Dad driving and my mother in the passenger seat. Sam was listening to music and I was looking out the window. I have always been fascinated with how the world works, animals and nature. I often loose my self in the outside world. I was concentrating on a rabbit scavenging for food when I heard an ear-piercing scream and jerked my head around just in time to see the beaming headlights come crashing towards us.

I don't remember much of the actual crash, only waking up in a hospital bed with wires attached all over me in a full body cast. I screamed for my mum, for my dad and for Sam, but they never came. Never did, never will. Since that day I'd been an orphan for 5 years. I'd never been fostered, people say it's because I'm shy. I am. When my parents died they took all my confidence with them. All my self-esteem. My life. The farm got sold. All the animals went, bar Fletcher. I managed to go to the house and get him out. Fletcher was my only freind, I could always tell him everything, how I felt, my thoughts and he always listened. He wasn't bothered that I was shy, quiet and had no family he loved me for me, and that's what I love about dogs. They don't care whether you fat or thin, tall or short, quiet or loud, give them your heart and they'll give you there's. Fletcher was the reason I got up in the morning and went to bed at night. If you took him away from from me you would have taken my life. And that's just what happened...

Chapter 2: Willows POV

It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon and I was sat in my small, lifeless room reading The Hunger Games-Catching Fire. "I see her in my sister Prim. She was too young, too gentle. And I couldn't save her, I'm sorry" I read aloud to Fletcher, a tear rolling down my cheek. These are the only books I have, my three precious possessions. I would guard them at all cost. You may think that that is weird, but when there is not much in your life you'll understand. Fortunately I love The Hunger Games. I would call myself a fangirl but others would think different as I haven't got any merchandise I have no money and don't celebrate my birthday or Christmas. I continue reading aloud to fletcher when I hear a small knock at the door and stop suddenly, shoving fletcher under my bed. There's only one other person who knows about Fletcher and I'm not going to risk another set of ears. "Willow? It's Troy. Can I come in?" Troy is that person. At his name, Fletch comes out from the bed, tail wagging wildly.

Troy is my assigned therapist to 'help' me with my loss. "Yeah" I say. Troy is like a brother to me. He knows more than anybody has ever known about me. He comes to see me three times a week and always brings some sort of sweets, even though I tell him not too. Be that Haribo or dairy milk, I'm always thankful as we don't get ant food here aside from the three basic meals the law requires they give us. I tell him that he shouldn't waste his money on a stupid girl like me and he just says that he has more money than knows what to do with. "Hey, how are you doing?" he asks with a hug.

"Fine, you?"

"Great, here," he says holding out three bags of Haribo. I take them hesitantly.

"Why three?" I ask

"Well I have some good news and some bad news, bad news, this will be the last time we see each other and good news is that I got word from Rector (the head of the orphanage) that a family wants to adopt you!"

For most orphans this would be a good thing, for me, well, this is where my nightmares start.

Chapter 3: Willows POV

I just sit there, motionless. I don't want to leave here, what will I do with Fletcher? I cant leave him. I cant bring him with me. As much as I hate this place and Rector more, I don't want to leave. This is my home. This is where I grew up. I toss that all to one side as I am suddenly brought back to reality as Troy shakes me vigorously. "Willow! Willow!" he says his voice slightly raised. I just nod slowly and fall back onto the bed. I stuff my face in my pillow and let all my emotions out. I don't just cry about leaving. I cry about losing my parents, Fletcher and Troy! I feel Troy's smooth gentle hand rub up and down on my back slowly, I don't want him to stop. I cry and cry until I think my body can hold no more tears. then I just lye their not speaking, not moving. Troy tries to lift me up but I just lye their and slap his hand away. "Come on Willow, Please!" he begs. I can hear the strain in his voice. I cant stand to look at him in case I burst into tears again. I cant do that in front of him again. Instead I turn around and pull him straight into a hug. We sit in each others embrace for 20 minutes until Troy breaks the silence, "Willow, I have to go." he says realising his grasp from me. And that was the pin that burst the balloon holding all my emotions. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks before I even knew I was crying, "No!" I sob and grab hold of his arm no letting him leave. "Willow, please don't make this any harder than it already is," he says teasing my hand from his grip and placing a small kiss on my forehead. While I am still in a daze about everything he simply walks out the door, just like that. I think about going after him when Rector walks, in the room. "Come on bitch, Your Leaving." he says emotionless. "No!" I say...

"What did you just say" he asks his voice staying at its normal volume, which scares me more than if he shouted.

"No, I said no" I say casually falling backwards onto the bed, putting my hands behind my head. I hear him stomping towards me before I see him. He storms up to me and before I have time to move, he punches me full on in the stomach. I fall to the ground clutching me waist. I cant breathe. I roll around on the floor trying to regain my breath, when I feel his leg collide with my back...